User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-5343292-20120813153758/@comment-5343292-20120816121225

The rat's sickly pink eyes turned on the ferret, unimpressed and unmoved "`Ow do Ay no Capdin sentchew?" His grip tightened on the rope, his claws digging through it and into his own palms "Hoo was Capdin sittin' wid? Tue beasties. Wat arr thur naymnes?"